Saturday, September 27, 2014

racist bombing multi.tasking in my premeditated homicide, by Gambino, George Wilbur Bush and cover for nazi Japanese money laundering and illegal evictions under the omnipresent name of Kim, at Chase on 196th Ave and Northern, amplified by Saint Nicholas, across the street and colluded by criminals who claim they are related to me, know me and employ me, such as estranged family in particular the Marzella, through GWBush, an endemic -Wei Jin- a Crown.Chase contact also for sale of heroin to minors, at 211.16 50th ave, Bayside Hills, Queens NYC 11364 and her neighbor, Mary Mittler, who coordinated the explosion at Crevalcore, Italy,  years ago, firmly believing she could blame me, resident at 48.63 211th street, also Bayside Hills.

all this for daring to buy bread, milk and eggs for kasha varnishkes, a problem to -Wei Jin-, whatever that means,and whoever she is, and wherever she,  Asians who almost assaulted me as I returned home, for it is an unchurchly thing to do.

9.27.14@3.58pm  whorl bulletin...

Act I, Scene I

EUE 3711 NY license plate. A disheveled overweight  woman and daughter team, both dusty reminders of Attila the Hun.s underwatered front and back yard years, European,  drive off from my side of the street thinking they may be related to Gambino and boy are they proud of it;

THANKSGO NY license plate, drives off, opposite as I watch on, with me wondering if his concussion is blocking his awareness of what country New York City is in;

DDG 7236 NY license plate lets off a Gambino, Hohenstraufen, White lookalike quickly becomes a family relative as she slinks as much as chunky can, and disappears between houses on my side of the street, never having even left a circular before one of them as a history;

both cars, with Bulky planning an explosion through the grace of local spirits for Mary Mittler and wanting to piss in my just made cold soups, also to  spread disease by spit in same, to see me do ?, covered by a watering Marilla Palmer fan at 196.60 45th avenue, who occasionally stores ink destined for my apartment and collections as recompense for my ideas, stolen, much like Frank Marzella, who either out of spite, or as an effort to prove that he can do the same, even in Connecticut and as a carpet jockey, employed by his wife, the Troll Doll heiress, my mother.s nun.educated sister, wants me Dodge City gassed by 10 pm tonight if I don.t leave my apartment and my property to her, because I could be fat, with her inlaw, a Dutch. English and believing it too, by the name of -Jilly- busy deflating social service as a job by saying , and through the amplification, since I never laid even a distracted glance on her, that supporting your very own holocaust is a let.s kiss and make up family factor why don.t I understand this nazi tract says

at Waldbaums 35.10 Francis Lewis Boulevard, Bayside NY 11361

my cash register, 2, is a Gambino Asian, female but who knows what by haircut for her, a Ben Leon acquaintance, there distributing microaggression info.bits in low casual, a bored teen, serving her community service time as a student in  high school, while, thinking of her poster of Justin Bieber kissing Miley Cyrus in a shy almost frightened way, pinned above her bed at home. outside there.s a smaller and redder than usual FDNY ambulance, no parked in front of the Fire Department, but in front of the supermarket. Her name is Cydney, not swashbuckling in the Hollywood sand with Stallone and Downey yet, and resenting it by planning our vacation in a triple sec outback. I get "sir" they guy behind me gets a diatribe seasoned with -communist-in locations of dialogue foreign to the very notion of  diacritical marks, on the force of her lowered gaze. I get pissed say she.s also connected in the family way by a man in patrol uniform who haunts Benjamin Cardozo High, with an ex fruit cart car to celebrate homeownership of immigrant stock from the mid 1800.s, and Canal Street, where at the Dunkin' Donut there, he tries to give my heart a chill if I drink my coollatta mocha small in public and a coronary by implying my donut consumption is constant and witnessed by him and the local black sheathed muslim, also at Waldbaums to remind me for estranged and barely recollected relative Iolanda> Iole Tozzi that my house is her house, which my mother did again, after a call to her brethren in France this morning to support  theory for the day that I:

broke a lock in her home;
stole money;
stole documents;
left the garage in a disheveled state;
I was hammering the wall to get on her nerves in the middle of the night - a majolica tile requiring at most four taps as a composition element and my father was a union musician-you should have seen her barge in my bathroom when I started singing shouting at me to shut up, out of nowhere, as an adolescent, and what business did she have in my bathroom anyway;


wants me out of my property and hers and in a Condalisa Rice co-op board apartment until she can get me thrown out of there, and lands another piece of real estate in her hands, unusable by me, another Dijon Moutarde relative stroke of genius for the early morning- 4.30am, and because I am not a baird, and very, very bad, her nerves steadied never by a shot of anisette but, as usual, by the telephone call to her sister.mass scrum or people like a June Rossi, connected to my father, and whom my father never spoke of to me EVER, build up which in the past has seen me bad in so many various settings I.ve given up keeping track except for the latest: I.m a lunatic because I can.t be dissuaded from being an artist, and everybody knows how artists should be locked up in psych hospitals unless they serve the socials for the Nazi party as spies in the cabaret world of audiences and producers who actually enjoy and honestly support the art form and its manifestations, instead of having to shoot up elephant tranquilizers to collect  lists of names and credit card numbers of backers for people who pin them to their butterfly collection curio cabinet, so as to glance at it, from time to time as they smoke male only cigars in the smoking room post meal while forcing their wives, busily knitting perforated mittens for the frostbitten poor to imagine what they look like. Either that or they downright steal my material so ofter even Jeff Koons has reinterpreted the Venus of Willendorf as what he would like to do to me, with the right amount of heart attack fat collecting psychotropic drug, and in this Sunday.s T magazine of The New York Times, too, resentful that my -The Murphy- took;

after she tried to con me to take an aluminum beam out of it which I had stored to remove scrap metal and garbage from the driveway, and tried to have me litter the backyard with manure and rotting leave bags since, as of late, the second floor tenant has been fond of leaving dripping shopping bags full of refuse on the ground, after storing it in the apartment, so that her vegetables smell of rot, I imagine, which I remove, since I, and of course, witnessed by everybody in the neighborhood who is somebody and I protect by not knowing their names, will state, and at the right time, too;

On my way back home, after having incriminated myself with the purchase of staples, not the chain, in a hostile merger,  thoroughly stated at by strollers from Saint Nicholas church, whose amplification is audible right now for George Wilbur, Bush as an also,

4.22pm 

DZC 6699 NY license plate for a Toyota, on my way back, has two Asians, one in her proper driven seat female, the other, a not lispy -DEGA- and side glance provider as I ride past, come out of the car, for a now lispy rumble, as I write the plate down, asking me why I.m writing the plate down, then shouting

FUCKYOUBITCHILLSUEYOUFORINVADINGMYPRIVACY

mother.s little helper for all of this, as her very own fable.s moral, for her fans waiting to triumph her in prison along with the guy who strangled his niece with his daughter and then fucked her dead body...

lavoglioabusataperquestaseteperlagiustiziacheha

or

iwantherabusedforthisthirstforjusticeshehas

so the lawn gets it, like so many lawns in this neighborhood, unable to sustain this rampant ignorance and bigotry because it.s busy being a lawn and not the Oklahoma dustbowl from the 20.s at least not yet, and the aloe plant is trapped, and in darkness, in the garage to provide better leaf pinching whirls for the passing fascist.

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